He settled his cock all the way inside me in one motion. That was the only slow part of him fucking me. His movements became erratic as he pumped himself in and out of me, using one arm to hold me by my waist as he used my body to jack off his cock. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. A second orgasm was quickly building as he pumped in and out of me.
“Ryker, I’m going to come again.” I moaned. “Come with me.”
“Come on this cock.” His words hit me just as the orgasm rolled through my whole body. A visceral moan escaped from me this time as he pumped harder, and my nails raked against his back.
My words had encouraged him to follow my lead. Ryker grunted against me and held me against the wall, slowly pumping in and out as we both started to come down from the high that was this experience.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said into Ryker’s neck as I breathed him in. Our scents mingled in the air.
“I don’t know what to say.”
I pulled away and looked into Ryker’s eyes, then pressed a kiss to his lips.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
He kissed me back and then pulled us away from the wall and helped drop my legs back down to the floor.
“Where can I grab a towel?”
“In there,” I pointed to a side closet, and Ryker made quick work of grabbing a hand towel, finding the kitchen, and bringing me back a damp cloth. He didn’t wait for me to protest before he started to clean me up and then himself.
I tried to right my clothing back to the way they were before he came into the house, but it felt almost useless.
“Would you mind if we ordered pizza instead?” I asked quietly, not wanting to derail his plans, because while I wanted to go on this date, I wanted nothing more than to stay in this house with him, to keep him to myself. I wanted to be selfish with our time. We could go on a date anytime; I knew that now because there was no slowing this down.
We were on a bullet train with no end.
Ryker buttoned up his pants and looked at me with a sly smile. He’d tried to put his hair up in a bun, but parts of it had started to come out, so I brushed a piece of it back and let my hand linger against his cheek.
“I would love that.” His smile was genuine, and he didn’t seem upset at the ask.
“And I was thinking we could watch a movie or show? Just have it be you and me for the night?” I asked both questions, unsure of his thoughts.
“Yes, please.” Ryker grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I wanted to take you out and show you off on a real date, but Ithink after that display, I would love for it to just be us. I can touch you when I want, and we can just get to know each other.”
A smile crept across my face, and I grabbed my phone.
“Anything in particular you’d like me to order?”
“I trust you,” Ryker said before making his way further into my house.
I put in my normal order of pepperoni pizza, extra sauce, and a side of cheesy bread. I followed as Ryker made his way to a wall of photos in the living room. The photos ranged from ones of just me, to some with friends, and then with family.
Fuck.
A realization hit.
I wanted this man on this wall. I wanted him there with the others who meant something to my life.
He felt good in my home.
I wanted him to feel good in my heart.
He turned to me, a smile on his face, and then looked back at a photo of me by myself in London from a few years ago, when I decided to go on a solo trip.
I sighed.
I already knew it, but it was more evident now.
